Basically, you walk in the front door and across this little catwalk, next to a shallow pool with candles in it. This is actually pretty cool if you're (hypothetically) already a little drunk, because you won't realize it's a pool at all (it doesn't reflect much) and you'll think you're walking over empty space and clutch the railing.

I will defer the question of whether the rest of the bar can be called an "art space." It seems like a bar to me, but who am I to impose my hegemonic labels on the independent truth-claims of a community not my own? Decide for yourself. What I can tell you is that it has a high ceiling, a stage, and a bar (sorry, "drinking space"), and it gets crowded enough to make you wish the reflecting pool wasn't taking up all that room. There's another room in back and maybe an upstairs too, but neither was open.